The Spectrum Inspector

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Oct
3

While I contemplate my fate and I buy some time to think,

I realise my life’s so fast I’ve barely time to blink.

I’m travelling in blurryscope with nothing seen in colour

It all flies by, with my not knowing one thing from the other…

I want to stop my world for now and sit at its front door,

I need to watch it all pass by so I can learn some more.

 My soul decided for me, I should watch through slower lenses

 Attending to the seeing, feeling, hearing of my senses….

 The textures in the heavy clouds pervading the whole sky

 The brightness of the tabby’s stare, the ember of its eyes

 The depth of scale within the fields and shading from the trees

 The ripples with each blade of grass betraying their green seas;

 That certain light cast through the glass when sun is laying low

 That sepia tinge on paint and wood with sunset’s orange glow

 I want to stay forever and enjoy my clearest views

 But duty calls, and I must move to blurry pastures new.

                                                           ©  Tess Egerton 2011

Autumn

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Aug
24

Is it not the great opulence in greens, golds and reds,

This carpet of leaves now falling and dead,

The luxurious berries all shining with juice,

And the chestnuts preparing to fall, pulling loose;

Is it not in the birds preparing for flight,

Or shortening days relenting to night,

The harvesting season donating its crops

And bushes yet bursting blackcurrants and hops;

Is it not in the chill which seeps to the core,

Or squirrels out gathering nuts for their store,

Or bobbing the apple and watching for ghosts

Or standing at bonfires with rockets and toast.

T’is in such as these we see Autumn’s best

A beauty surpassing the seasonal rest,

Its cosiness, gaiety, crisp early glow

Holds wonder yet still other seasons can’t show.